The world still trembled.


    Smoke and dust choked the air, mixing with the echoes of terrified screams. The city square—once a grand monument to the gods—lay in ruin. Bodies of temple guards were scattered across the stone floor, disintegrated by the power Kael didn’t understand, yet couldn’t control.


    And in the midst of it all stood the silver-haired man.


    His golden eyes studied Kael, not with fear, but with recognition—as if he had been waiting for this moment.


    “Who… are you?” Kael’s voice was hoarse, his mind reeling from the surge of energy still crackling beneath his skin. His pulse pounded like war drums.


    The man smiled slightly. “Soren.”


    Kael’s fingers twitched. His instincts screamed that this man was dangerous. But before he could react, Soren moved.


    Faster than sight. Faster than thought.


    Kael barely had time to raise his arm before Soren’s hand pressed against his chest—and then, everything vanished.


    The Forsaken Sanctuary


    When Kael’s vision cleared, the execution square was gone.


    He stood inside an enormous cavern, illuminated by a strange, pulsing light embedded in the ceiling like a false sky. The air was thick with the scent of old stone and burning incense.


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    Dozens of figures emerged from the shadows—men and women with silver hair, golden eyes, and unnatural energy flowing through them.


    “Welcome, Eclipse-born,” Soren said, stepping forward. “You’re among your own kind now.”


    Kael staggered back, his heartbeat erratic. “What did you do? Where am I?”


    “You were seconds away from losing control,” Soren replied calmly. “If I hadn’t pulled you out, you would have destroyed that entire city.”


    Kael clenched his fists. The power inside him still surged wildly, aching for release. It felt… unstable.


    Soren studied him, as if weighing something in his mind. “You don’t even know what you are, do you?”


    Kael’s breath hitched. For years, he had been called Forsaken—a cursed being meant to die. But this was the first time someone spoke of his existence with certainty.


    “Then tell me,” Kael demanded. “What am I?”


    Soren’s golden eyes burned with something close to pity.


    “You,” he said, “are a weapon forged by fate itself.”


    Kael stiffened, but Soren continued.


    “The gods have ruled this world for millennia, crushing anyone who dares to challenge them. But every few centuries, someone like you is born—an Eclipse-born. A Forsaken touched by the power that even the gods fear.”


    Kael’s mind reeled. “You’re saying this has happened before?”


    Soren nodded. “And each time, the gods have wiped out our kind before we could rise.” He took a slow step forward. “But this time… it’s different. You are different.”


    Kael wanted to deny it. To say that he was just a prisoner, a survivor, nothing more.


    But he couldn’t.


    Because deep down, he already knew the truth.


    The power in his veins—the same power that had shattered the sky itself—was not meant to be contained.


    It was meant to end something. Or begin something.


    Soren extended a hand once more. “Join us, Kael. Learn to wield your power before the gods hunt you down.”


    Kael hesitated. His entire life, he had been told he was a mistake—a blight upon the world. But now, these people, these Forsaken, spoke of him as something more.


    As something that could change everything.


    He exhaled.


    And then, slowly—he took Soren’s hand.